The destructive power around the wound inflicted by Nezha's arrow was slowly healing as it got continuously corroded.
"Hahahahaha, since you've found me, I'll have some fun with you lot!"
After speaking, the figure, like a manure pit lighting up with firecrackers, began spraying sticky substances everywhere.
The big shots present managed to defend themselves, but the less experienced immortals were out of luck.
Some immortals, covered head to toe in the splatter, let out miserable screams as their Daoist robes, magical treasures, and even their physical bodies were corroded. "Ahhhhhh! It's you! It's you! Could it be that you're..."
At this moment, the East King Duke's appearance was unrecognizable, but he still managed to emit low muffled sounds.
"Haha! That's right, it's me! I am..."
"The Feces Demon God!"
"The Corrupt Demon God!"
The Corrupt Demon God: ???
